Sally finds following government guidelines a real mouthful.
This story contains themes of non-consent sex, humiliation, abuse and other dark themes and of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature.
The Cruise just began…..
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“You want me to suck it again already? Oh, shit. Well sit down then; I’ll lock the door.”
Sally sighed as Lenny dropped his overweight shabby frame into her leather office chair. Having checked no-one was looking, she pulled the window blind down and secured the door.
“Come on then; let’s get this over and done with quickly,” she groaned.
Lenny’s dirty penis popped into view, already semi-erect. Sally knelt in front of him and grimaced as the unpleasant smell of his crotch hit her. Suppressing her instinct to gag, she leant forward and allowed the grey-purple head of his engorged cock to slide into her open mouth. Ignoring his foul taste, she began to smoothly bob her head on his erection, eager to finish him off as quickly as possible.
How had she got herself into this situation in just a day? Lenny was an ugly loser, a balding oaf in his late forties who had achieved nothing in his life. And she was an attractive young woman with a successful career and caring husband. It made no sense! As she sucked hard and furiously nodded her head up and down, she thought back to when it had started.
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Sally ran the local branch of the Small Business Enterprise Scheme or SBES, a government funded organisation devoted to helping to kick start small businesses and sole trader operations. She was young to have been promoted to office manager, still in her late-twenties, and proud of her achievements, a woman really going places.
She had been in position for twelve months now, running the office of 25 employees very successfully, at least in her own opinion. So she was mildly perplexed when her boss, Jane, called up from head office and informed her that she would be visiting the next day.
“No problem, Jane. I’ll see you tomorrow at 10. Er, is anything wrong?” she asked.
“No, no. Nothing actually wrong. I just need you help on something,” Jane replied cryptically.
The next day Sally prepared carefully, ensuring the office was tidy, that she had all her performance statistics to hand and that she understood the Scheme’s current priorities just in case she had to answer any difficult questions. She made an effort with her appearance too, dressing her tall yet curvaceous figure in a smart two piece dark business suit. Her make-up complemented her long black hair and bright green eyes perfectly and allowed her beauty to present itself naturally.
Overall she was quietly confident. Maybe Jane was coming to talk to her about her prospects – maybe another future promotion?
Jane was a slender attractive woman in her mid-thirties with dark eyes, olive skin and dark brown shoulder-length hair. As ever, on her arrival, she was immaculately dressed in a Parisienne style. Which was why the sight of a portly middle-aged man in shapeless grey clothing ambling into Sally’s office behind Jane was so jarring.
“How do you do?” Sally greeted him politely. He grunted in reply as he and Jane sat down next to each other facing Sally across her desk.
“Sally, I’d like you to meet Lenny Slackitt. He joined SBES head office a couple of days ago. And that’s why I’ve brought him to see you. I feel he would be much better, er, suited to a regional role and I’d like you to accommodate him here.”
“Oh, Jane. I mean, that’s, well, great but I don’t have any vacancies at the moment,” Sally answered trying to conceal her personal distaste for him.
Jane replied “Of course, of course. Actually that’s not a problem. Sally, have you heard of the government’s new Positive Action Against Disability policy or PAAD?”
“No, I thought I knew all of our policies but I’ve not come across that one.”
“I’m not surprised. It’s hot off the press. In a nutshell it’s all about ensuring that the ratio of disabled people in the workplace is in line with their ratio in the population as a whole. And as the private sector is behind their fair share, it’s important that the public sector takes positive action to employ disabled workers.”
Sally considered briefly. “That sounds very reasonable. I…” She trailed off as Lenny, who was sitting to Jane’s right, casually reached across and started to paw her somewhat petite yet proudly thrusting breasts through her cream blouse.
Jane continued as if nothing were happening. “Lenny, who unfortunately suffers from several disabilities, has been taken on under our PAAD scheme quota and so whatever position he fills won’t come under any headcount restrictions.”
“Oh, right. Um, Jane, I don’t mean to pry but why is he doing that?” Sally asked faintly. By this time Lenny had pulled his chair behind Jane and was reaching around her pulling roughly through her top at her now visibly erect nipples.
“Sally,” Jane said indistinctly, now obviously somewhat perturbed by Lenny’s increasingly forceful manhandling. “Do you know what SBES’s policy is on disability?”
“Of course, we’re an equal opportunities employer, completely against discrimination on the grounds of physical or mental disability. We will provide absolute and comprehensive opportunity to all disabled employees to allow them full and fair access to all roles in the organisation,” Sally quoted automatically, her horrified eyes alternately moving between Lenny’s grasping hands on Jane’s boobs and the ugly-looking bulge in his shiny grey trousers.
“Oooh!” Jane squealed as Lenny began twisting her nipples, although she still made no effort to stop him. “Lenny has unfortunately been diagnosed as suffering from Uncontrollable Sexual Addiction Syndrome or USAS for short. Basically, if he doesn’t, er, ejaculate on a regular basis then he suffers severe mental distress.”
“I see. Oh! I see!” Sally had squeaked as Lenny released his unpleasant erection and guided Jane’s hand to it. Jane began to masturbate him nonchalantly while she continued to speak.
“Even more unfortunately for Lenny, he suffers from Acute Carpal Tunnel Syndrome, or ACTS, which means his wrists are weak and he’s unable to relieve himself as would normally happen in such cases. Hence as part of our commitment to fair working conditions to all, we are obliged to provide Lenny with sexual relief on demand. Otherwise he would be unable to work and would have to claim benefits as he has been doing for many years. Indeed on the journey here I had to stop to masturbate him twice. Allowing him to, er, feel my breasts brings him to a swifter climax which, I think you’d agree, is best for everyone concerned.”
“But his wrists don’t look weak!” Sally protested.
For the first time, Lenny spoke. “Are you fucking prejudiced against the disabled or something?” he glared at Sally.
“Oh, no, no, of course not,” she immediately protested, aghast at the thought of being considered a bigot.
“My poor wrists hurt all of the time but they get worse if I perform a repetitive action such as having a wank. I’ve got a doctor’s report confirming that,” he replied indignantly. “Oh that’s it, you silly slut, don’t stop,” he added to Jane. Her manicured hand began to blur as she increased her pace.
“Lenny also suffers from Tourette’s Syndrome, or TS, which occasionally leads to his language becoming somewhat, er, colourful. We have to forgive him the odd verbal indiscretion.” As he pulled open her blouse and yanked up her bra to reveal her small yet perky brown-tipped breasts, her wanking become feverishly quick. Thank goodness the blind on the door is down, Sally thought.
Lenny continued to violently fondle her breasts before, all of a sudden, he groaned loudly and came abundantly all over Sally’s beautiful beech desk.
She sat there in a stunned haze staring at the sticky white-grey mess as Jane calmly wiped her hand on a handkerchief before pulling down her bra and packing up to leave. “I’m sure we can leave Lenny in your capable, er, hands, Sally. As you can see I’ve had to take personal responsibility for Lenny’s welfare as I’ve struggled to find any volunteers for the role of his, um, helper. Remember this initiative is very important to us at head office. We need to make sure that we provide full access to employment for all disabled workers. I don’t need to remind you that I will hold you personally responsible for ensuring that this is the case. No matter how, er, unusual anyone’s needs may be.” she added as she left.
Sally stared at the closed door wordlessly.
“She’s a stuck-up bitch but she’s got fab little tits and she gives a great handjob.”
Sally jumped as Lenny’s words tore her from her reverie. “What?” she exclaimed.
“Y’know. Your boss. Good with her left hand as well. Great arse too.”
“Please, Mr. Slackitt, er, Lenny. I know you have a condition but I’d really rather that you weren’t quite so rude! I just can’t believe she did that! I’m sure she’s married.”